I Aimed for the Moon, But Did I Even Land Amoung the Stars?

For starters, Happy Birthday to James Joyce and Happy Groundhog's Day to everyone else. I apologize now for this feeble attempt at rendering my own personal version of Ulysses as well as the humorous movie Groundhog's Day. As it's been said in class this is an impossible feat. It's far easier to recollect all the activities I took part in, but to tack on the details of my surroundings, that's what dug my hole in the end. Perhaps if I had the opportunity to live the same day over thousands of time, similar to Phil Connors, maybe then I could intimately know what all took place today. Being human though, naturally I am blind to every single detail. Not only that, but to even attempt to cram the numerous happenings of a single day into my mind or into a notepad, it is virtually impossible without a way to rewind and look at a different angle multiple times. And now that I've apologized for the attempt, let me now apologize for the time spent reading through this. Eavesdropping was deemed boring so I cannot say that this can result in anything more than an even closer more dismal perspective from a boring person. Anyway...

Six a.m. rolls around and what am I doing...well as anyone could guess still lost in precious slumber. Seven fifteen comes by and my roommate's alarm doesn't fail to steal away my dreams and bring me back to reality. Not for long though. The snooze button is hit and I'm out cold until eight fifteen. As my usual morning routine I blink my eyes as if I can just blink away the sleep I still crave. And while I'm at it I ask a simple question: "Why?" I always resent leaving the so called 'bed' (far too hard for such a title, it's a rock in disguise) in my dorm. With little choice I roll out of bed and wander to the bathroom across the hall with the blinding lights. After the excursion my eyes are finally adjusted to bright lights and I precede to get ready for the day with my roommate while listening to music as well as the crazy dream my roommate had had. Apparently vampires were out to get her and literally sucked the faces off mortals to steal their beauty. One caught her and after he/she stole her face and the result: she looked like the creepy lady with the "shhh" expression off the Shutter Island trailer o_O Yeah okay...

So on to nine a.m. I juggle large slips of cardboard down to the elevator, through the lobby, across the street, and into Haynes Hall for 3D Fundamentals. The three hours of that class was spent diligently struggling to make a mock-up out of index cards of the 5' tall chair we have been commanded to construct from cardboard in our groups. While other groups began constructing and constantly contemplated, my group of three taped a life-size outline of our design on the table. Those three hours zoomed by we had our design mapped out and some cardboard properly shaped for use on Thursday.

Noon I ride the elevator to my room, drop off my stuff, take the side stairs down and grab some grub. Chicken, fries, and some lemonade to be precise. With a full stomach I reside back in my little cube of a room from twelve thirty to four thirty. What I did in that time frame: the usual ritual of chatting with my boyfriend back home, reading Retellings and The Brother's Karamazov, study for a math test, surf the web, and of course listen to music while ignoring the activities outside.

Four thirty and I get antsy. Dinner -roast beef, potato, and milk- are devoured in the company of my roommate. Another hour and I find myself wandering nervously over to Reid hall. From six to seven I calculated -hopefully correctly- the answers to my first pre-calc test. Returning to my room I accompany my roommate to the Evil Empire aka Walmart for cleaning supplies for her new apartment.

(Somewhere in between this all I managed to post a blog as obviously seen from below as well as make a few more bathroom adventures...)

Returning we indulged in concluding part two of Sleeping Beauty since a weariness caused us to pause it last night. And since the end of this movie I have been sitting here on my bed typing this very report of the happenings of this day. Of course this is obviously a mere fragment of the day. This picture is badly cropped to the view of a single person. The details in the background and surroundings invisible although they did exist. It is even clear that specifics from my own activities are missing. However I suppose that simply spares you from being bored further.